[Lloyd winces at the block, his arm protesting at the shocks that go up it. At the question, though, he shakes his head.]
It's not...
[He trails off. Bleeding? Broken? Of course it's not. The shots were blanks, magic meant only to hurt, not damage. He wouldn't have any of his usual indicators for being badly hurt - except for the pain which he'd been trying to ignore. In a normal fight, pain without damage was something he should ignore. It would fade, he'd get over it.
But something like this? He has no idea. Pulling back, he allows his arm to drop. Ow.]
Yeah. [He winces again as he works his arm, testing for any real damage.] Maybe we should. How long do those blank shots hurt?
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It's not...
[He trails off. Bleeding? Broken? Of course it's not. The shots were blanks, magic meant only to hurt, not damage. He wouldn't have any of his usual indicators for being badly hurt - except for the pain which he'd been trying to ignore. In a normal fight, pain without damage was something he should ignore. It would fade, he'd get over it.
But something like this? He has no idea. Pulling back, he allows his arm to drop. Ow.]
Yeah. [He winces again as he works his arm, testing for any real damage.] Maybe we should. How long do those blank shots hurt?